To an Australian Woman

Suppose I told you
I am the spirit remnant
of an ancient mariner
locked away in a jar
of pickles in a vault below
the Grey Nun's Ruin
in St. Norbert, Manitoba.

I reach you through the
energy of digitalized souls,
now distributed everywhere
by chatters and text messengers
and cell phone users over all the planet.

What would you say then
about playing games with old men?